Long Dodo Poems

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Forgotten Already

This line is already in memory 

every thought of feeling 

or emotion

I ever experience, will one day

vanish,

 

like the dodo …

I am content to live in now

 

I have fallen to ground 

enough times to know,

I will forget the fall 

and it will only be 

on the spin of the next,

that my memory will surface

 

good thing about memory

it conveniently forgets,

 

carving each word my wrist bones

ache, from strings of memory,

But I know it will not 

make me immortal,

it just provides 

comfort

 

Burning my name in the moon

will only be blown away by comets,

plummeting to obliterate 

every curve,

every dash and dot

 

Leonardo Da Vinci speaks to me 

even now,

and I know, one day away,

only the stars will remember my gaze

 

I brush my cheek with death’s

and know that it will be enough


Alice In Unreality Land

Alice in Unreality Land

Tweedle Dee was acting frivolously dumb,
Whilst Mock Turtle’s face sullen and glum.
Not unusually White Rabbit was late,
Alice grew large compressed in a gate.
Absent minded Dodo, helpful so polite,
Gryphon has wings but cannot take flight.
A Cat from Cheshire grinning ear to ear,
The Queen has a King, so kindly my dear.
Remover of Monsters our Lizard man Bill,
Caterpillar smokes Hookah with obstinate will.
March Hare so ridiculous, loudly insane,
Dozy Dormouse in Teapot doesn’t complain.
Unbirthday parties of a Hatter so mad,
Duchess is curious, neither good nor bad.
Lewis Carroll wrote a surreal world of confusion,
A curiosity tale filled of unreality and illusion.

Written 8.10.18
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Life Style

LIFE STYLE

Don't lie
He who thinks to lie for honorary
Will only be honoured embarrassment 

Says the truth 
But he who eats "dodo" banana
Will cease to say the truth

Apply equality but
He who want to uphold equity
Must come with clean hands

Show justice but
He who want to formulate just
Must not be bias

Be  a preacher but
He who want to preaches
Must cultivate the message

Be friendly but
He who want to be friendly
Must not be aggressive

Be clean and neat 
He who want to that
Must purify his and intention 

Be yourself he who want to be that
Must not photocopy because
He who photocopy has duplicate..

©®25/9/17. Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid.
Form: Pastoral

Need For Patience

Yeah, life here is being mean,
Everything behind me is not clean,
Trying best to hold you prove we`re never demeaned.
Nkasa pii, esans3 bibia ny3 basaa over what we`ve seen.
Days pass by teaching us the scope of hard times,
The season bounded for us without crimes,
I can`t anticipate even when hope get in lines.
Is it about your right to get to greater heights?

Masa si aboter3,
Adiepena nti nhy3 nnim`guase3 atare3,
Good moments predict our time to be there,
The battle of monks is like the games we don`t prefer,
Where we`ve kept fixed is not rare,
You`re the best to show the goals we deter.
I mean your dream to be an entrepreneur.
Soldiers from left comes with polar bear,
Meet our sensations though it`s blur.
Tricky sentiments born from the belly that no one can sell.
How did that occur?
Until nothing is left in the world, many don`t care.

Nkoranhy3 ne gyidie na y3 p3,
Nso ahoper3 atwi y3n afiri nia ehia ho,
Is it the best among what lovers demand to rule?
Believe the concept since no one is in good shoe.
Rain falling into ocean whiles men keep face in bad mood,
Read the chapter and flow me the point to silence the fool.
Who knows the king of tomorrow?
Medi3 wo niy3 nny3 f3 nti ma mi nky3 wo omo,
Take wash na enya meners to follow.
If you don’t believe just look through the hollow.
We need to question no soul who hate our might,
Don`t touch me for I`m not here to fight.
Grounded mind is in a flight,
Back to our route is not what they show us in the light,
Dadaa amani3 ama dodo) na ay3 tight.
Till we see our graves the sadness will remain in the night.
 Is your nigga, so hold it one side…?
Form: Lyric

Premium Member The Joys of Married Life

Marriage has it's ups and it's downs
But it far exceeds the alternative
A lonely life without love and affection
Love's one of life's true superlatives

Some days we have heated discussions
That's how it was meant to be
Then she does something ever so sweet
And you forget why you disagreed

It isn't always going to be clear sailing
But if the bond is really strong
It's worth the struggles ten times a hundred
If you're lucky, it will end up lifelong

The male tendency is to play the field
But trust me, life's way too short
To become involved with a bunch of dodo
Probably means some time in court

Not sure the ladies will like my analogy
It's the lesser of two evils as they say
Oh boy, I think I may have done it this time
Must convince Cathie it's just a cliche


© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Quatrain


Better Life

She never lets a car pass her by
she says
buy my locus beans
buy my oranges
buy my dodo Ikire
she clings her right arm to the bus window
runs after it, fast past a horse
she says

     father mother
     brother sister
     uncle aunt
buy what I sell
      please father
      please mother
      please sister
      please uncle
      please aunt I go to school
I pay school fees
I have to eat
I have to live
buy what I sell
please buy what I sell


dodo-Ikire is a Yoruba word. Dodo mean plantain and Ikire is a town. Dodo Ikire is a kind of plantain made in Ikire, but made special with pepper.

You have no time to twiddle

Man, little time you have to mend your ways,
With but a handful of surviving genes;
Say bye to blinkered lazy hollow days,
And ponder wither your dark fortune leans.
Repent before the final curtains fall,
To dump your pride where ancient names are inked;
In Nature’s scheme you play no crucial role,
Act now, before your lineage goes extinct.

Beware, from Y to why is but a stride,
From gendered pride to absolute decay,
The final lap has left you cast aside,
O act before she sweeps you clean away!
    If not a red, she shows an orange sign;
    O twiddle not and cross the final line.
__________________________
Sonnets | 01.07.09 | destiny/fate, men, nature, Sonnet
Note: The Y chromosome (the determinant of male sex) made up of 1400 genes originally has now been reduced to only 45 (mere three percent) and is still depleting as per research. In the next five million years the male sex might be defunct and dead as dodo. But as one can well guess, man would still think, ah five million years, plenty of time to twiddle still!
Form: Sonnet

Future Time Traveler Looks Back One Century Ago Second Part

Bajillion years after proto humans experienced woe
countless figurative early Brady bunched bro doggie
dimples encountered necessity to escape cohabitation
(marital covenant alien), yet quasi marital brouhaha
ofttimes witnessed altercation begetting re: thorough

out baby with bath water phenomena, which literal
cruel fate heavily peppered past (mine) accounting
lamely explaining Pink Floyd momentary status quo
upended accompanied courtesy lapse of reason no

definitive evidence to substantiate claim, yet I know
without shadowed doubt every friggin forebear (hoe
pining to savor manumission, versus cotton pickin)
back breaking stoop labor think indentured escrow
harking back to days of our lives (mainly bonobo

nasty, short and brutus creatures millenniums ago
unsung simian kindred beings suffering figurative
ruffled horse feathers nsync with bird in hand dodo
which latter species long extinct (as Dutch good eats)

now non sequitur (sea quitter) mine homeboys/girls
comprising Harris eventual clan (of craven lionized
"scapegoats" set genealogical precedent, and grew
some real winners gentiles, who commingled and
intermarried, and united proudly to kvetch as Jew)

eventually acquiring redeeming qualities conveniently
best caricatured as features exhibited by Mister MaGoo
invariably dear reader "fake" anecdote ye will poo poo
as well how storied and fabled coronavirus (COVID-19)

medical technicians reference quaint pandemic setting
figurative global stage brethren and sistern microbes
made webbed, wide world wish for said good ole days
cuz, communique done being crafted about six hours

marine hated, armies of beastie boys slain 2120 yahoo
the darndest, latest microscopic bugaboo nearly slew
entire population, hence envision terra firma with
divine providence absolute zero people as edenic
provenance (metaphorically offering tabula rasa view.

Man, thy goose is nigh but cooked

With no more than a handful of tired genes, 
It seems, thou hast not much time to mend ways, 
O rid thy blinkers in the rest of days, 
Long have ye played lead roles with meagre means, 
Ye can’t strut around once the curtain calls,  
Ye get dumped to life's dustbin, all extinct, 
Act O Dense Head, ye had had enough hint, 
Biology or gender, can’t be false. 

From being gender determining male, 
Beware, from Y to why stand but few steps, 
Hurry, the race is running last few laps, 
Nature has made up mind to drive last nail, 
   And if not red, the signal’s clear orange, 
   Miss it and done is Nature’s red revenge. 
_______________________________________ 
The Y chromosome (the determinant of male sex) made up of 1400 genes earlier has been reduced to only 45 genes (three percent) and is still depleting, as per research. In the next five million years it would be defunct as dodo. But one can guess: Man would think, ah five million years, plenty of time to twiddle! (In reality, there is very little that man can do. But despite his bravado, male is quite vulnerable vis-à-vis female of the species. This sonnet makes fun of him.)     

Sonnets (Tongue-in-cheek)| 01.07.2009 |
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member What Did God Do On the Seventh Day

What did God do on the Seventh Day?

I think He woke them up, Adam and Eve,
“Hey, grab breakfast off a tree and let’s leave!
Come on, sleepy heads there’s no work today,
but there’s plenty to see and games to play!”

They raced camels through multicolored sands!
It was wonderful with God’s travel plans!
They surfed and swam from far away beaches.
They roamed much farther than my mind reaches!

They had a great time laughing and chatting,
all harmony without any spatting.
They laughed at Baboon standing on his head
and harder still at something Dodo said.

They watched the sunset from God’s favorite place,
Then lay on their backs and stared into space.
When they were done, gazing up at the stars,
God whispered, “Let’s visit Venus and Mars!”

Nothing was impossible!  It was great!
But they were human, so when it got late,
God the Father got them home and in bed.
He tucked them each in and kissed each forehead.

Exhausted, there was no need to count sheep.
Adam and Eve’s sleep was dreamless and deep.
As God returned to his home in the sky,
He thought, “Next weekend I’ll teach them to fly.”


CONTEST:  What did God do on the Seventh Day?
SPONSOR:  Curtis Moorman
DATE:  10/28/2018

Inspired by my own dad and how happily he took us on vacations.


Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.
1 Corinthians 2:9
© P.S. Awtry  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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